Saturday, April 25, 2009

Madame Beauchamp

I just went to my high school's 50th anniversary bash on the campus, and had such a nice time! I went with an old high school friend, which was fun, and we got to walk the halls, and see some old teachers, and reminisce in a way that was far less punitive than the twentieth reunion I went to in September. There were a lot of people there, though not a lot from our class, so I could be kind of invisible which is what I prefer. I did speak to my old french teacher, Madame Beauchamp, and it took me a minute to remember that I became a french major in college and that I spent a year in France. I just remembered sitting in the back of her class, doing the math to figure out what question would be mine on the worksheet, and getting back to writing notes or doodling which seemed way more important. Then we ran into Mr. Feeney, an English teacher, and what we remembered about him was that he once bummed a cigarette from my friend, and that he was the first teacher I heard drop an F bomb in class. He was a little mortified at being remembered that way, but I swear, that's the kind of stuff I remember about hight school. Where I smoked, where I cut class, where I ate lunch, where my locker was, stuff like that. But, I do remember what french adjectives come before the noun instead of after, and I do remember what an obtuse angle is, and I do remember that I got free candy bars from the biology teacher, and... that's about it! So, Bravo, Madame Beauchamp for teaching me one of the only things I remember from high school!

Friday Five:

1) What's the most annoying sound in the world? My dog barking past his quota, the chicks on The View

2) Which of other people's mannerisms do you find very annoying? When my daughter chews her nails, or puts anything else besides food in her mouth. When moms speak to their kids in baby talk.

3) What do you do that really annoys others? Do we have enough room here? I don't clean up after myself, I'm moody, I'm on the computer too much, I pick the hairs on my chin. There's a ton more, but those are the high lights.

4) In what way has your own behavior recently caused you annoyance? Since I don't clean up after my self, my house is often a mess: The other day, there were 50 different things I could have done to improve my surroundings, or take in some fresh air, or serve my family, but, instead, I got into bed and watched E. When I got up, the place was - Surprise! - still a mess, plus I felt like a douche for not having cleaned it up in preparation for the weekend. My laziness and lack of gumption annoys me to no end.

5) Who's the most annoying person you know? The easy answer here is my husband because he has more opportunities to annoy me than any other person, and I have to live with him so he's around all the time. But that's really too easy an answer. When I think about it, there are a lot of annoying people in my life, but in case they read this, I don't want to name names. I'm not very good at hiding my annoyance with people, its one of my deeper flaws, so if I find you annoying, you know who you are.

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